We blush to giggle and we should smile;
We’re cute and we never say die;
We’re up to snuff and we’re full of guile;
And we’re just too awfully fly;
And father is governor, old man, dad,
And his old day is gone;
We run things fast and a little bad,
Since we put this new hat on.
Robert Jones Burdette.
The Cincinnati Inquirer.